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Word: roomful (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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Jack Fadden is a person most people here rarely meet. His office is the Dillon Field House Training Room, which he has occupied for the last 19 years. If he isn't helping an athlete recover from an injury, Jack is usually sitting behind his desk, in a corner, rapid-reading a newspaper or knocking out a crossword puzzle in a couple of minutes...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Jack Fadden, Training Room's Freud, Keeps Harvard's Jocks In One Piece | 3/26/1969 | See Source »

These moments of rest, however, are rare in Jack's life at Dillon. During football season, he frequently spends 11 hours a day in the training room and on the field helping the football team. He doesn't spend all his time with the varsity. "I feel that it is my responsibility to see any athlete who needs help and try to help him recover," he said...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Jack Fadden, Training Room's Freud, Keeps Harvard's Jocks In One Piece | 3/26/1969 | See Source »

...thought. Fine. Great. But I wasn't asking you to take me out; I was merely trying to return the friendly invitation I received. Obviously, this boy wasn't interested in meeting me, Cliffies in particular, or any other girl in the room, for that mater...

Author: By Marilyn F. Kalata, | Title: Hello . . . My Name Is . . . | 3/25/1969 | See Source »

...fact, few boys seemed to be trying to meet girls at all. Either they cruised around the room aimlessly, or they appeared to be having token conversations. I overheard the usual, "What courses are you taking?" "When I was in Europe last summer. . . ." "Do you know. . . ." But nothing more substantial or personal than that...

Author: By Marilyn F. Kalata, | Title: Hello . . . My Name Is . . . | 3/25/1969 | See Source »

There was enough competitiveness and defensiveness in that dining room to make any attempt at communication inappropriate and completely out of the question. Besides, nobody seemed interested in talking to anyone else. People looked uneasy whenever the music stopped. That was a signal to start talking, and that was what everyone feared most. People were content to dance their hearts out impersonally, but not to reveal their hearts in a personal conversation...

Author: By Marilyn F. Kalata, | Title: Hello . . . My Name Is . . . | 3/25/1969 | See Source »

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